dublino

dublin is gone.
ireland is a remembrance.
now it only remains for me to looking for the most beautiful photos and put them in order into an album.
where is all that music?
where is all that rain?
where are those strange irish guys?
i’m missing ireland.
i lack the new friends and new flavors.
i miss all that green and all those flowers.
rome is stifling.
it is suffocant in so many ways.
certainly, it is stifling because of work, of being closed here for hours and hours a day, but it is stifling also for what you see around. all this dirt i’m no longer used, this oppressive heat, this offensive air, these enraged people around, no smile in the morning, no music in the streets.
i’m missing dublin.
friday, when i passed in dublin just before to take the plane, i thought "i’m at home"!
strange, isn’t it?
where i’ll drink my guinness today?
with whom i’ll chat in a pub?
and why no one speaks english here?
but above all … when it will starts to rain?
goodbye dublin, goodbye anna liffey red and slimy as a guinness, goodbye, goodbye flowers and goodbye green Ireland.
goodbye, farewell

[ci provo di nuovo… ho corretto tutti gli errori che ho trovato…]

dublino

inizia la seconda settimana dublinese.
qui la musica e’ ovunque (le le tastiere dei pc non hanno le lettere accentate!).
qui si incontra tanta gente, ma e’ anche difficile fare qualcosa piu’ di due chiacchiere al pub.
qui e’ pieno di italiani.
leggo l’ulysses e penso a quanto joyce deve aver amato questa citta’ e i suoi abitanti per scriverne cosi’.
leggo la routard (che in questo viaggio mi sta deludendo) e la guida del national geographic (che invece si rivela utile).
domani bank holiday (un paese che si ferma perche’ le banche sono chiuse…).
see you soon.